Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.